by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
That humans write the things they feel
historically is true.
Can artificial thoughts be real
computing what they do?
I have no doubt computer writ
will flawless be withal,
but can the writings it submits
yet feel the human call?
And if we're bested by the brain,
that has no human heart,
is there a hope, that we can gain
some value, ne'er to part?
The perfect beauty seems quite good
from bits, and bites at work,
but these can never know the mood
expressed by the writer's quirks.
I've heard piano pieces done
as nearly perfect rote,
but I left the concert hall with none
to write about nor quote.
With imperfections, we relate
as true in human bent.
Perfections are not quite as great
from human hands be lent.
Perfection is Divine purview,
and there it must remain,
forever, though our lives when through,
will better skills then gain.
by Jay O’Toole
on May 22nd, 2023